A sissy called Jezebel Part XVII
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A sissy called Jezebel Part XVI - The headmistress of the Templeton
Academy: where young womyn become dominatrixes and sissies are crushed
into submission, has called a press conference in order to dispel the
explosion of rumors regarding the brutal attack on Jezebel.
"There have been non-stop inquiries and quite frankly, if we don't
proactively respond, the papers will just print all the rumors, which will
get your sister in the paper, endlessly speculate about the chastity, and
screw up the milking ceremony, which is what the 'rogue faction' of the
Beauregard clan was trying to accomplish. I will do the talking, just
shut up and look pretty and you know, virtuous."
"The press really cares about this Headmistress?"
"As you kids say, it is 'blowing up'. The rumor mill has you on life
support or that the whole attack was faked, so it's time to bite the
bullet and talk to jackals, I mean the esteemed members of the media. Let
me check on the 'Kraken' dress."
She sends out a text. "Nope, they are still soaking your blood out of it,
but they are confident they can get the stains out. Here's a picture,
it's all repaired."
She shows me a picture of my 'baby', hanging, it looks great. The sissies
working around the dress are wearing bikinis, the dress is in the dry
cleaners which is unbelievably hot and steamy. I've done shifts down
there; a bikini is the way to go in that literal sweatshop.
"I am soooooooo grateful to my classmates. I can't wait to thank them."
"So I wanted to show you in the repaired dress, as a symbol that
everything was being returned to normal, and that dress, it's fucking
gorgeous. So what other designs do you have here?" She starts flipping
through my design portfolio. "That one is for the charity fashion show,
so it's here, right?"
"Yes Headmistress."
"Try that on, now."
I scramble to the huge back room where we store our projects. I find it.
It's my white with black polka dot mini dress, with a ruffled top and a
lace ruffled neck, and a sash waist that ends in a bow in front.
"That will do just fine. It's not really the right season, but you can't
have it all." She snaps a picture on her phone. "That's for accessories
dear. Shoe size?"
"8 and a half Headmistress."
"And we are off, practice being silent."
As we walk through the hallways, Headmistress Saxon lectures, "if I
cannot fend them off and you do have to talk, do not mention your sister,
or the names of any of your attackers, and of course the chastity is..."
"intact."
"Bingo. We'll go with the silent plan, first. But now, we are going to
get our blowouts."
Impi is waiting for us at the door, to the training beauty salon. Sie
hands me some black and white sling backs with a three inch heel, a little
black and white clutch purse that could possibly hold a lipstick if you
crammed it in, and white ruffled panties and a brazier.
Sie holds several coats up to the Headmistress, she goes with the one in
maroon houndstooth pattern. Then she selects a very stylish hat in a red
plaid with a rakish pheasant feather. Very chic 1940's look.
"Fashion check?" looking at me.
"I love it, headmistress."
"Get in your undies, and then 'warpaint' time. I quickly change. We
enter and discover that most of the football team are getting their hair
spray painted in our magenta and gold school colors and getting face
painted in tiger stripes, since we are the 'tigresses.'
I see Tonya for the first time since she made me her bitch. She walks up
to me, goddess she towers over me, hugs me, and asks whether I am alright.
I hug her back, and say, "much better now."
"I didn't know what those, those traitors were up to, I would have stopped
them....."
"I know you would have, I'm lucky to be your little bitch, your special
sissy."
I kiss her hard. I poke my tongue into her mouth, and force her tongue
back and start stroking it. A sissy's tongue is hir strongest muscle. I
do my tongue exercises religiously, every day. In our exercise classes
here at the school, we often tongue wrestle our other sissies, I am almost
always one of the last to be pinned, if not winning my class out right. I
pull out my tongue. I whisper in her ear, "as soon as you can get my
mother's permission, my tongue is yours to control. I can go for hours,
and I have one goal, your ecstasy."
"Make out on your own time! Jezzie! Beauty chair now! Double time!"
I dive for the chair. "Make this slut look as pure as the driven snow."
As a team of sissies under the direct supervision of Mistress Cannon, head
beautician for the school, works on my hair and makeup. As I get the
'works', I wonder if Tonya is going to beat up Gina and her posse. I
decide I really don't care what happens to them, not one whit.
They finish, goodness they glopped on the makeup. I turn to the
Headmistress, she's just as buried in her makeup as well. 'Welcome to
being TV ready," grins Mistress Cannon. "Thank you Victoria, okay Jezzie,
practice that being 'silent', let's GO!' We tear out of the beauty
academy and race up the hallway.
We get to the door of the courtyard. "Hold on." she clips on a leash to
my collar. "Optics dear." She leads me out into the courtyard. There
are perhaps fifteen reporters and camera womyn.
"Did you all get time to set up? Good," says Headmistress Saxon. "I've
just got a very short statement, I hope this will put to rest the
escalating rumors about the attack. Earlier today, Jezebel McCarthur, one
of our sissy students," she stops and points at me, I curtsey, "was
assaulted by three female students of our school. The names of those
students will remain confidential, they are minors, and the entire matter
is under investigation by the authorities. Their objective was to disrupt
the miking ceremony, of which Jezebel is the trophy, between the
Beauregard family and the McCarthur family. It is true, the attackers
attempted to breach the chastity, but due to this sissy's valiant
actions, sie was able to disrupt their actions, and the chastity was not
breached. The attack was violent, and very dangerous, but quickly stopped
by our staff. Jezebel has been seen by a doctor and will make a full
recovery, even though you can see the evidence of this terrible deed," she
points towards me again. I can feel the cameras zooming in on my
eyepatch.
"Mrs. Beauregard has already met with the students and their parents, and
I understand that she, generously, has decided in full consultation with
Mrs. McCarthur, not to press formal charges at this time, but has allowed
the individual parents and this school to handle their punishment, which
will include both restitution to the families and more importantly,
rehabilitation. Of course we are all collectively shocked by this
behavior of these young womyn, but even more shocking is the fact that
several adults encouraged my students; this doesn't get those three off
the hook, but this is why the entire matter remains under investigation.
Questions?"
"Is the milking ceremony still on?"
"My understanding from talking to both Mrs. Beauregard and Mrs. McCarthur
is a resounding yes."
There is spontaneous applause from the press.
"Let's see the chastity."
"Yeah, show it for our home viewers."
The Headmistress points at me. I lower my panties and raise my skirts.
I can feel the cameras zoom in. I guess for some, being 'exposed' like
this is difficult or shameful, for me it's kind of a turn on. No chance
of me getting a stffie, not in this cold."
"Here it is ladies, all safe and secure for tonight."
"How adorable," says one reporter.
"How could anyone want to harm something that is just so precious?" says
another.
"Jezebel, how did you fight back?"
"Tell us what your thoughts were during the assault?
The headmistress starts, "Well Jez.... "
"Sorry Ms. Saxon, we want to hear from Jezebel. Her tongue works, right."
She nods at me. She also signals me to lower my skirt and raise my
panties. My clitty was going to turn blue in this wind.
"I was terrified. I knew, I simply knew from their looks that they were
going to go after the chastity. I mean they were going to beat me up, but
they definitely had a look that was really crazed. It happened really
fast. I guess that's true for all these kind of attacks. You are just
fixing your makeup after a truly studly womyn invites you to the big dance
and then three students are trying to drown you in a toilet. But you
know, even though I was terrified, I was, well pissed. There was no way I
was going to just let them get away with it. You know, just submit. It's
against my training, but I was going to protect the Beauregards rights,
they were so wonderful in selecting me for this honor in the first place.
So I did fight back. It wasn't easy, but it's just such a violation, I
mean, for everyone. I've really learned today what a sacred tradition it
is and really everyone should protect it, even a little sissy like me."
More applause.
"Someone asked how I fought back, I guess the answer is not very well.
I don't want to say anything that identifies them, but they were bigger
than me. I was able to kick a tool away that they were going to use to
tamper with the chastity, I did kick one of them in the face. That's when
I got this." I point at my eyepatch. "I was able to struggle away from
attackers and get to the door and scream for help. I really 'paid a
price' then, because all three of them started to punch and kick me. I
think my really over the top gown actually protected me a little bit."
"Were you surprised that you were selected for the milking ceremony?"
"Surprised? More like dumbfounded. I mean it's well known that our
families have had a feud, but Mistress Beauregard has been so wonderful,
if this helps in some way in bringing us closer together, well I am just
very happy to have my role and help."
More applause.
"Didn't your mother and Mrs. Beauregard used to date?"
"Uhmm, I wasn't around at the time."
"I'll answer that, as a childhood friend of both of the parties. I mean,
clearly a much younger and more pretty friend," she pauses for the laugh,
"it is no secret that they were High School sweethearts, and yes it's a
little Romea and Juliet, the families did put pressure on them, to break
them up. That was some time ago, they are now very good friends."
"The adults that you say influenced the students, they were Beauregards?"
"That matter is under investigation, and their identities have not been
disclosed, I only know it was more than one person."
"Does Jezebel know the identities of hir attackers."
"Of course sie does, the school's not that big. I have instructed Jezebel
to not disclose their names, and she will obey, sie's a good sissy, so
don't ask." She looks at her phone. "Oh wait, the dress sie was wearing
during the attack has been repaired by our talented students and it was
made by Jezebel. Let's have hir model it for you."
I see my glorious gown being carried by my darling dressmaking team of
Posey, Ruby and Vy, with Mistress Arsenijevic supervising them.
"Who designed the dress Jezebel is wearing now?"
"Our little budding fashion designer, right here," says headmistress Saxon
as she points at me. I curtsey. "Twirl, dear, let the nice reporters see
your pretty creation." I immediately spin.
"Very darling," exclaims one of the reporters.
"Her sissy friends Posey, Ruby and Vy from her class begged for permission
to repair the dress and our excellent teacher Mrs. Arsenijevic supervised
the work."
I immediately thank them profusely. My 'team' takes off my current outfit
and hands me multiple petticoats. After I 'layer up', the dress is
dropped over me and, the gurls lace me in from behind.
'You were dressed in that lovely outfit, how could anyone attack such a
lovely little pixie?", exclaims one of the reporters.
"Who asked you to dance sweetie?"
"I'll answer that one. Our all state offensive tackle Tonya Towers. They
make a very cute couple and they are exclusive."
'Are you going to cheer on your exclusive dominant for the big game
tonight, sugar?"
"Jezebel is our baton twirling majorette, so sie will be front line and
center."
"This question is for Jezebel, is your mother going to run for prime
director of the Matriarchy?"
"Uhm."
"Look Lisa, whatever Mrs. McCarthur decides on the matter, I can assure
you that such matters are not discussed with a mere sissy."
"Well Perhaps Jezebel has overheard..."
"Drop it Lisa, I mean Mrs. McCarthur would make a fantastic Prime Director
but you will have to ask her that question directly. Okay, I think we have
covered it. I've got to get back to work before tonight's big game. Go
Templeton. Beat Sackler!"
The Headmistresses comments elicit some cheers and some good hearted boos
from the crowd, since certainly some of the reporters that grew up around
here went to one of the schools, or now have children attending.
"Are you going to win?"
"Hope springs eternal. Bye ladies."
"Wait, where can our viewers get those divine dresses?"
"Well the first one is going to be auctioned for charity at the Charity
Ball next month, and the other one is an original, we make it clear that
the clothing that is made here for projects are the property of the
family, unless it's for a play or for charity, so contact Mrs. McCarthur."
With that, the headmistress grabs my leash and leads me through a door.
We get into her office and she says, "headline tomorrow. Tired old hag
interferes with questioning of Jezebel of Arc. The press loved you! I
could have set off firecrackers, and if you so much as batted an eyelash,
they would have focused on that. Your mother is going to have to drag you
to every news conference, if she runs."
I look back at her. "Headmistress, I would like to be on the record that
in my opinion you looked quite fetching and youthful."
"You have to say that. But feel free to say frequently and with that
earnest conviction you schlacked the press with today."
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